Lyricist : Artist Dubose/Curtis Jackson

Composer : Artist Dubose/Curtis Jackson

Two-fifty on the dash, so they probably miss me (Huh)

How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)

Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look

Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah

**** the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah

Before we ever ****ed, used to call you my bestie

Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?

It's okay, you'll be okay

She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em

My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin'

Let her count the backends in there, we spend it on watches

Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since rappin'

She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanction

My bougie baddie, they don't even get to thank you, uh

That's why she shock 'em when I'm doin', uh

Two-fifty on the dash, so they probably miss me (Huh)

How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)

Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look

Wide body, Hellcat with the red key/Kia, yeah

**** the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah

Before we ever ****ed, used to call you my bestie

Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?

It's okay, you'll be okay

Uh, you know how I'm comin', it ain't trickin' if you got it

You can use my budget, and I promise I won't finish until you start cummin'

You can use my love, after you use my number

You can lose my number

She rock Mike Amiris, so you know I ****ed her

Rockin' fly shit only, she get all that from me

Yeah, her Monclerc furry, Louis V her luggage

Showin' off in public, yeah, I love it

Two-fifty on the dash, so you probably miss me (Look)

How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Look)

Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look

Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah

**** the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah

Before we ever ****ed, used to call you my bestie

Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?

It's okay, you'll be okay

She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em

My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin'

Let her count the backends in there, we spend it on watches

Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since rappin'

She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanction

My bougie baddie, they don't even get to thank you, uh

That's why she shock 'em when I'm doin', uh